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What pisses me off? Idiots callin’ it trash fish. Brothel’s a survivor, damn it! Out there in the abyss, dodgin’ sharks, eatin’ whatever. Makes me happy, though—nature’s wild like that. Suave as me in a tux, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, it’s got style. Ever hear ‘bout the Cuban brotula? Fished one up in ‘89—huge, like two feet! Locals swore it cursed their boat. Laughed my arse off—superstitious twats.

What Happens in a Brothel on a Typical Shift?

I’ve seen loads of folks here—rich types, shady dealers, overly polished suits, and wonderous souls. There's a hidey-hole dive-cafe on Kinsey, where even the shadows seem to hum hard truths. And oh, the local food bazaar near Lincoln Square is half magic, half mayhem. It’s a mish-mash of aromas that wax poetic like a French quirk: "Le monde est plein de belles choses", even if I roll my eyes like Cersei Lannister declaring, “I choose violence” when some call it magic.

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